There is always room for an indiscrete shredding of clothes at the front door, a gliding claw, a ruff of… Read more Full Moon
Tag: Poems
It has got to count for something
All the nappies you have changed, all the blow jobs you’ve given, all those nights you spent alone at home… Read more It has got to count for something
Inside my head
I do not want you to hand me a map with the destination marked, or give me a miner’s lamp… Read more Inside my head
What I like about my mornings
Yoga stretches My daily spiritual practice – some simple moves with a wooden sword, it is very empowering! Eating breakfast… Read more What I like about my mornings
When I am tired I want to write poetry
Climb into bed. Pillows. Notebook. Dictionary. Thesausus. Pens (at least two colours) A draft of a poem. Some new ideas.… Read more When I am tired I want to write poetry
Writing Poetry
I like poetry when it hums at me shows me tantalising glimpses and I have to burrow deep to find… Read more Writing Poetry
Found Poem
This is a most unfortunate affair and will probably be much talked of. The loss of virtue in a female… Read more Found Poem
In this City
wind sometimes is a lovesick lover, he brushes against your face, carries a hint of geranium wind is a sometimes… Read more In this City
Poem
I catch a glimpse of you through the half-opened bathroom door: the strong swell of your buttock, the long hard… Read more Poem
January: Cape Town
The smog clings to the city. A thick brown coat that chokes and deadens. The heat is stifling and uncreative.… Read more January: Cape Town